"You look lovely tonight." Oliver said, leading Felicity to the dance floor.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Felicity eyed him, he was wearing a black suit with a white shirt, he could pass as a number of things, a penguin, a waiter, himself, but she wasn't about to tell him that his costume skills needed work.

"James Bond. Isn't it obvious?" Oliver ask as he twirled felicity around, he couldn't help but catch sight of her skirt lifting slightly as she span, showing off her long pale legs. Something heated inside of him, it wasn't jealousy for Barry. No, he could never be jealous of Barry Allen. As he looked away from Felicity briefly he saw a number of his clubs guests, mainly the male ones, staring at Felicity.

"What's that look for?" Felicity asked, bringing his attention back to her.

Oliver placed his hands on her waist and pulled her closer, Felicity was his, not theirs.

"Um, Oliver?" Felicity squeaked, Oliver had never danced with her before and she wasn't about to complain about it, but she knew what people were like, all it would take would be one person with a camera phone and a thumb to press send and her photo would be splashed all over the front page of the tabloids.

"Who's idea was the costume?" Oliver asked, wondering how Barry had conned her into wearing such a short skirt. He liked it but the Felicity he knew would never wear something like this.

"Mine," Felicity shrugged, bopping to the music, she'd never really been a great dancer but she loved to try. "I thought Barry and I could look equally ridiculous." She smirked.

"You make Captain America look attractive." Oliver smiled, "Barry makes him look a little," he searched for the word in his head, one that wouldn't annoy Felicity, "Different."

"I think Barry looks cute." Felicity admitted, turning her head towards the bar where Barry sat, talking to Diggle. Barry glanced her way and waved, smiling his usual smile but there was something uneasy about it this time.

Oliver glared at Barry just as Felicity poked his chest.

"What?"

"Stop that, you're scaring him."

Oliver rolled his eyes and ran his hands down her back, making her spine tingle. "He's Captain America, he shouldn't be afraid of me." Oliver smirked but Felicity shook her head. "Oh, come on," Oliver reasoned, Felicity knew he was up to no good.

"What are you up to? I know that look." Felicity put her hands on his chest and pushed lightly, wanting to stop dancing. Things with Oliver on this dance floor were getting too heated. She wasn't really sure if that was just how he danced or if there was something else going on.

"I'm not up to anything," Oliver told her, "Can't I have a good night with my favorite Executive Assistant?" Oliver asked and Felicity gave him a deadpan look.

"I'm your only Executive Assistant." She said.

"Yeah, but you're still my favorite." Oliver smiled.

Felicity glared at Oliver, he was never like this with her. He never spoke to her like that. She wondered why the sudden change and noticed Oliver was looking at someone else, over by the bar. Barry Allen.

"Mmmhmm." Felicity said slowly, putting two and two together. "Alright Oliver," she took a step back, "Great chat," she plucked Oliver's hands from her waist, "I'm going to go talk to Barry for a bit."

Oliver watched her go, he watched as Barry swung around on his bar stool with a stupid grin on his face. What was it about that guy that made him tick? The fact that Barry was closer to Felicity than he was? The fact that she was herself around him? Why couldn't she be like that with him? What if Barry and Felicity got together and she had to go back and forth between Central City and here? She wouldn't be able to juggle both and Oliver wasn't going to let her.

Barry Allen stood from his chair and handed Felicity her drink. She took it eagerly and downed half of it.

"Round two?" Barry asked, nodding towards the dance floor. Felicity didn't know how much longer she could stand in her boots, but with the strong drink she'd just had flowing through her veins, she felt motivated to give it another try.

Felicity nodded and walked back towards the dance floor, Barry led her right into the middle and Felicity felt more relaxed knowing she was away from Oliver's piercing eyes. She didn't know what had gotten into Oliver but she knew she didn't like it.

"Are you having fun?" Barry asked, bopping awkwardly to the music. He was standing about a meter away from her, not wanting to crowd her or himself. The dance floor was hot and sweaty and he was a little claustrophobic. He didn't want to crowd Felicity either; she looked a little flustered after her dance with Oliver.

Felicity nodded, "Yeah, I am. We make a good team." She smiled, stepping closer to Barry and wiggling her shoulders.

Barry moved nervously towards her as the crowd closed in and soon it just felt like he and Felicity were the only two in the room. Barry thought that dancing became effortlessly to Felicity, she moved freely and the way she swayed her hips tampered with his usually logical mind. He wasn't going to listen to his brain for once though; he was just going to go with his gut. He stepped towards her and took her hand, pulling her towards him and trying his hardest not to freak out because he was touching her. He was never this forward but this was Felicity Smoak and he'd never met another woman that even came close.

"I thought you said you couldn't dance." Felicity said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

Barry smiled down at her, snaking his arm behind her back. "I did say that." He laughed, "But I'm not Barry." He raised his brow, "I'm Captain America."

Felicity laughed as Barry watched her, it was the most beautiful he'd ever seen Felicity, when she laughed she lit up. Her happiness was contagious and he felt great being around her that was until he saw Oliver making his way through the crowd, towards Felicity.

"Felicity," Oliver stood beside her and put his hand on Felicity's hip, she stepped away from the both of them and crossed her arms. Her face had flushed red and she felt guilty for some reason. "Barry," Oliver said his name but didn't look to him, Barry felt like he'd done something to upset him. "Diggle and I are headed out to get some dinner, do you two want to come?"

"Um," Barry looked to Felicity to see what she wanted to do.

"Barry and I were just going to get some take away and head back to my place." Felicity said, looping her arm through Barry's.

Felicity saw Oliver clench his fists and let out a breath. It was one of his coping mechanisms he used when he was trying to calm himself down. He smiled at them both, covering up his anger. "I guess I'll see you two later then." Oliver gave the two his charming smile and turned, giving Felicity one last look before he left.

"Big Belly Burger?" Diggle asked and Oliver nodded, "I think we should get some take away for Felicity and Barry too, we'll drop it off later."

Diggle narrowed his eyes, "Don't get in the middle of it Oliver," Diggle warned, "She's a big girl, she can make her own decisions."

"I know that, Dig." Oliver gave him a pointed look, "I'm just being a good friend, getting her some take out." He shrugged, "What's the harm in that?"

Diggle chose to say nothing but just focus on getting to Big Belly Burger without having an argument with Oliver. Diggle liked Barry, he was a sweet kid and Felicity deserved someone that appreciated her. Diggle knew that Oliver appreciated Felicity and cared for her deeply, but he knew Felicity cared more. That was the problem. Barry was going to fix that, he'd already made Felicity laugh in ways that neither Oliver nor Diggle had seen before. They had a lot in common and it would be nice for her to have a life outside the walls of Verdant and Queen Consolidated, Diggle just had to make sure that Oliver wasn't going to screw it up.